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tional development. My dear, don't do it'll"
Her mamma dried her tears instantly. She
was always slightly in awe of her strong,
merry husband. But the matter seemed TO
strike Col Caistone somehow. He thought
of it further. Her mother left the room
presently, and then he said rather seriously:
SHIRLEY, don't you ever be one Of thu
sniveling kind. Be rational, sensible human
being. Rely on your brains for happiness,
instead of on your emotions Since the world
began, there havo always been Byrons to tell
the race that mans love is OF mans life u
part, tits woman's whole existence. Women
have been told this so often that they begin
to think it is credit to them to break their
hearts, SO as TO display their superior emo
tional nature. It's rubbish Shirley. Women
make two-thirds of their unhappincss them
selves, through sentimental nonsense 1t is
not their fault either, so much. The non.
sense has been educated into them, and must
be educated out They must learn self con-
troll. The coming woman will rcprcss her alb
normal emotional Development and put it
back into its right place Then women will
no longer be more unhappy than men.
Shirley, it would trouble me to the latest day
of my life if / thought my daughter would
be ono of these uncontrolled, emotional
| women"
Shirley laughed. do 1 look like that,
papaf she said.
"No; thank Godl" her father replied, fer
vently.
"But what solemn sermon you have
preached mo- she continued.
"Very well, daughter, lay it away for
rainy Sunday, and then read it," he an
swered.
Had tho rainy Sunday Gomez Was this
what her father MEANT Now, after all, had
she, Shirley, inherited through ages of moth
ers that same fatal emotional development
her father had warned her againstl Was she
going to let it wreck her ifel How she
scorned herselfl And yet
1t was strange psychological experience
Shirley passed through at this time. 1t was
| such q rude upsetting of all the ways OF
thought to which she had been accustomed.
The faiths and the ideals to which she had
chung all her life, had been torn out by the
roots. Nights of sleeplessness followed days
of fierce mental conflict, till at last she found
herself in an odd state of physical exhaustion
and mental exaltation.
In the depths of her grief, the most laugh
able incidents she had known, the most comical
stories she had heard came up before her
with perverse persistency, and Knocked her
like fiendS. Weird faces followed her and
watched her in the darkness and finally in
the daylight. They were genuine physical
images; she saw them plainly with her wax
ing eyes, in her right senses. She could have
described the dress they wore, the color OF
| their hair The same images haunted her day
after day. This one had the identical peculiar
! ties of dress, that one grinned at her with his
ugly mouth in the same way each time. And
| these unpleasant images had no connection in
the remotest manner with anything in Shir-
| Lewis life so far as she could trace.
She recognized these figures as the hallucin-
alton of disordered nerves. she reasoned about
| them to herself in cold blood, and yet they
tormented her constantly. And all the while
she kept wholly shut up within herself. No
| living creature knew of this storm Of feeling
! that shook her because Of "abnorma .}vclop
ment of the emotional temperance, Is she
called it to herself, smiling grimly No liv-
| ing creature knew she had met Mr.. Morrison
! again. And nobody found it out.
! If her father had boon living there would
! have been help for her. He was the one
| friend of her life who would have understood
and sympathized with her, and helped her
! out of this chaos. But her father was lying
in the Carstone graveyard up there on the
/ HILL with the grass Of six years above him
, There was no help for her. She must fight
| il out al0nei